The Friend
THE FRIEND
He’s always hanging around
Smiling
Sometimes I think he’s a bit mentally weak
For looks – if you can get past the constant
smiling – i’d say he’s nice featured
But his clothes are well nothing particular
When he talks to me
It’s always a question
What do I think about this about that?
I try to be evasive
Walk the other way
But then I keep running into this guy
I’m kind of a stand-off person
Don’t have any real tight friends
But those I know don’t think of me as weird
I hope!
So this – what could you call it but stalking –
has gone on for weeks
Now this morning I’m deep in thought
Listening to one of the little groups that gather
in the hall
These kids are looking serious
They say this kid some kid some weirdo
Hung himself in his bedroom last night
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2015
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